Préludes / Book 1, L.117 - 4. Les sons et les parfums tournent dans l'air du soir-Pascal Rogé

I'm gonna wear you down I'm gonna make you see I'm gonna get to you You're gonna give in to me I'm gonna start a fire You're gonna feel the heat I'm gonna burn for you You're gonna melt for me Come on, come on Into my arms Come on, come on Give in to me You're gonna take my hand Whisper the sweetest words And if you're ever sad I'll make you laugh I'll chase the hurt My heart is set on you I don't want no one else And if you don't want me I guess I'll be all by myself Come on, come on Into my arms Come on, come on (come on) Give in to me I'll use my eyes to draw you in Until I'm under your skin I'll use my lips, I'll use my arms Come on, come on, come on Give in to me Give in to me